“What happened then?”
“A huge dredge boat came out with cranes, and sat over the spot where the sub lay on the bottom. But it was three days before they could get it to the surface.”
“And by that time Tommy was gone,” said Nancy wistfully.
“He was really disappointed not to be able to wait and see it brought to the top, but he had to go back on duty. I wrote him all about it, though. The dredge finally brought the sub up vertically, and it was towed across to Sharpe Island.”
“What an experience that must have been—seeing all that.”
“She had been about sixty-five feet long, but the rear end had been blown away. What crafty creatures those Japs are! You know the front of that sub looked like the mandibles of a beetle. It was equipped with cutting apparatus to tear through the harbor nettings.”
“Gives me the shivers to think how close they came,” said Nancy.
“They say one of the subs got caught in the nets at the harbor entrance.”
“How many dead Japs were there?” asked Nancy.
“Six. Their bodies were burned, according to Japanese custom, and their ashes were buried with military honors.”